Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Did we find the wrong place?" Lokana whispered, looking confused.

"No, look over there." Atif said softly.

Different from the monotonous, dark and dense forest in the previous ten minutes, the vision of the two people in front of them instantly became wider.

The bright moonlight shines on this clearing that is at least half the size of the Quidditch stadium. This is not a naturally formed depression. Nearly a hundred thick trees were cut off by the waist, and the smooth sections fell along with those. The canopy of the tree looks like everything happened in an instant.

As reported by Atif and others, most of the werewolves in Europe have indeed gathered here.

Hundreds of black and gray beast shadows wandered between the broken piles, howling at the burning campfire in the center.

In the skyrocketing fire, a vague figure loomed, using the spell to drive away the werewolves coming like a wave.

There is a lot of frost on the tree canopy and cross woods, and the small puddles are reflected in the moonlight. In addition to the werewolves who wandered around the campfire looking for opportunities to rush forward, at least thirty or forty werewolves fell in every corner of the venue. , The whole body wounds or limbs show unnatural distortion.

In a short interval between the two of them talking, another werewolf "threw" out from the front like a rag doll.

Locana and Atif were about to take a few steps back, letting go of the hapless guy who was hit by the spell, and heard a series of dense footsteps behind them, as well as the rubbing sound of the robes and the skirts when they were quickly lifted. .

Atif didn't think about it, didn't turn his head back, and hurriedly shouted to his side: "Get down!"

He grabbed the guy who was still stupidly holding the camera and wanted to take a photo, and dragged him to the ground with the camera.

"Faint!"

A dozen voices roared at the same time.

Then, a dazzling flash of light suddenly lit up.

Atif felt all the hair on his neck suddenly stand up.

He lifted his head slightly and saw a burning red light passing over their heads, most of them hit the "unlucky guy", a small part staggered and diverged in the collision with each other, hitting the thick surroundings. On the trunk, it was bounced further away

"Stop!" a familiar voice shouted angrily, "British, what do you **** want to do?!"

The rain-like curse came to an abrupt end, and Atif unhurriedly got up from the ground, hand in hand the old friend who was still lying on the ground.

Behind him, his deputy Ballard was leading a group of Turkish Aurors and British wizards confronting each other. The wands of the two sides were pointed at each other, while the French, Azerbaijanis, and Greeks gathered further away. Incorporated into the conflict between the two magic governments Auror.

"Sorry, we were in a rush just now, after all"

"I'm fine, those guys' spells are slow as if my grandma is washing cotton socks..."

Atif raised his hand and patted the dirt on his body, and looked at Cornelius Fudge and others coldly.

"When this incident is over, the Turkish Ministry of Magic will ask the British side for an explanation, plus forcibly crossing the border together."

As the head of the Turkish Auror’s office, he is very clear about the trajectory of the spells just now. If he and Lokana hadn’t escaped just now, at least two or three coma spells would “accidentally” hit them before they hit the werewolves. Atif was too familiar with the black hand.

A few years ago, when the wizards of the Ministry of Magic and Interior of the former Soviet Union encountered them, the two sides occasionally had similar "injury".

"The situation is urgent, hey, friend, you don't want to be bitten by a werewolf, right?"

Cornelius Fudge shrugged his shoulders, took the initiative to put down his wand, and said in a rather regretful tone.

"I thought you would be grateful for our prompt assistance. After all, we, the British Auror, did knock down an evil werewolf who was about to attack you and the editor-in-chief of the Times of Magic. I said before that the werewolf was in the moonlight. It's very dangerous, you must have experience..."

"Be the first to...knock down the werewolf? It's a pity

Atif hummed softly, and pointed to the distant fire and the surrounding werewolves huddled by the tree stumps, who had lost their fighting power.

"The protagonist tonight is not me, nor the Turkish Ministry of Magic, nor the gentlemen of the British Ministry of Magic. Before we arrived, a powerful wizard had already controlled the battle. I don't think the'corpse' that the DPRK will resist. What kind of experience is needed to recite the spell~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In fact, there is no need for Atif's reminder. The eyes of the Aurors from all over the world have already fallen on the figure by the campfire.

If facing a werewolf alone, most wizards present have the confidence to retreat all over, and even defeat the opponent head-on.

But when the number of enemies has increased dozens of times, let alone the opponents are werewolves, even unarmed Muggles, wizards may not be sure to survive their attacks. In the Middle Ages, more than a dozen Muggle farmers had a chance. Capture and even kill an adult wizard.

But now wandering around the edge of the campfire, the number of werewolves attacking frantically is more than a few dozen, and at a glance, there are at least hundreds of people.

Even more frightening is that even with such a huge difference in the number of people, the mysterious wizard hiding in the fire can still repel the werewolves without killing them, but for those who have participated in several missions. Luo Du knows the huge gap between "arrest" and "killing."

If a wizard can handle hundreds of werewolves with ease, he can easily bring down dozens of Aurors.

"What do we do now?" Lokana asked, looking forward with a solemn expression.

"Well, anyway, we can't stand here and wait for the gentleman or the lady to get rid of all the werewolves." Atif said, "I will let the Aurors take control of the werewolves along the way in order to prevent them from violent injury. Man, he still needs help after all...Oh, my goodness"

Before Atif's words fell, he suddenly noticed a powerful magic power condensing in front of him.

"Be careful!" He hurriedly pulled Lokana back. "That might be."

"What could it be"

Cornelius Fudge raised his eyebrows and turned his head in confusion to look away.

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